Battle Cry [ Defeat ]
Almost as long as there has been life, war has been a part of it. Mankind continues to wage war even though the consequences often breed nothing but misery.
However, when a person is called to defend his or her country, or protect other defenseless people, it is his duty to fight. There is no question that there is evil in the world and we must not rest on our laurels and say it is none of our business.We cannot stand by and watch while others are being persecuted. It is the duty of mankind to uphold justice.
You’re somewhere far away doing what you must we are left behind and told to be strong.They say go whether is right or wrong;duty calls.
The children don’t truly understand
they just know that daddy’s off again commitments made to company,unit and brigade after all you’re being all you can be.Family falls somewhere in between and sometimes it just falls.
Your loyalty to this great red white and blue make us proud but in our selfish ways we just want to be with you but duty calls.
Running through the battlefield,bracing for the bang.Cannons fire near me,metal swords go clang.
Everyone I know and love could flash before my eyes.Yet I wash out all those scary thoughts and hope that no one dies.
The ringing in my head has overcome my ears.I watch my best friend kill someone,holding back the tears and am thinking about the wives and kids that don’t know if their loved ones are fine.
Blood starts drippin’ from the soldier’s wound,Seeps like sewage ‘neath the politician’s room.
Deep in the house, white fades to red
And the freedom we’re fighting for seems to be dead ‘Cause we can’t win like he once saidnNo we can’t triumph over the hate in our enemy’s head But we’re deep in mud over the bullshit we’ve been fed.
While more and more soldiers awake in Heaven’s bed.The wind is blowing like a hurricane In the frightening desolated lands Where the wolves are insane And hawks feast on bloody hands.
Bullets flying,children dying,mothers crying
While the beasts are lying and hiding
Behind black curtains that no one’s finding
But God knows the truth,and He’s forevermore sighing.
Too many hands washed in widows’ tears
Too many echoed gun shots ringing in ears
Too many hearts frozen numb from fears
Of hope too distant,like skylight chandeliers.Wounded souls soaked in blotched black fate Disillusioned by dark demons’ fate.
Persistent nightmares of woebegone escape:Screeching fervently under Liberty’s Gate.
I grasp the rope fabric with delicate care,
Neck tickling from its bristly hair.
My chapped,dry lips whisper a final prayer
Before a tightening ravish pain permeates the air.
A bright radiant flash scorches the cloudless horizon and ashes drift upward, caressing my bare, dangling feet Bleak,barren,biting malice below seems blazon But the dead know not the sentiment of defeat.